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£ £ As a Rule, Men Don't Want Anything for Christmas, and They Are the Only Ones Who Get What They Want # $ An Opportunity To Make Money iaventora. men of idi d»y tor our itot of wm: minute hirer* Patent* terured or c Fttl." “How to Get Yo valuable bookie* mmt fro ' rM laeenbve ability, should wnte to- Roo* needed, and prize* offered by leodinf and other pjftRANDOLPH & CO PoteMt Attop**y*, - — -oroeym, “F” Street, N. W wi»m«oToji, d. a WANTED:iDEA5^ AT BAY i \ Thrilling Story <>f Society Blackmailers Two Cats ,* Copy right, 1013. International New* Service. By NELL BRINKLEY (Novelized fcy> 0 she ten- had dreamed offer even to a spot lea* iow it wan being; given (From the ilH' borough, now being pre»"*nte<i at Thirty-ninth Strict Theater. New Urk. Periai r ghts hel.1 and copyrighted by international News Service.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. "It la very human, my child I <*ar scarcely advlee you to do !es.« But despair overwhelmed the girl again in its noisome Mack mist "No. it is all hopeless hopeless "What's hopelesa?’' asked the Cap tain. cheerily Me tossed the word away from her and himself as if it never had existed. "My name’ The man ha* my name written In a red morocco hook. You see I am cought in the toils "f have that also, and a box of black; mailing letters Here they are. Kind the one that belongs to you. Aline The girl looked up at him as If he were a worker of beautiful magic Through the chill of all her tears felt the enveloping strength of detness greater than she a man could woman, and freely to her! His simple nobility nerved her to her final revelation. In meeting such a man as he she must be fair—fair to him at any cost. If he were to be her champion In all her nightmare of hor rors. he must knew all. £he spoke very quietly now Her transcendental moment had come Per fect love must he met with perfect faith. She took that tittle pink missive the story of those three days, the one story that a go<*d woman would rather die than have to tell the man she loves -from Its hiding place In the bosom of her gown "I have the one that belongs to me. Will you read It?" And so at last Aline Graham took up her cross. The length of the great table sepa rated Aline from the mar. she loved. But the real harrier between them was a wall of her own raising. She hud j built it six years before, when a ru- , mantle and foolish schoolgirl had trust- i ed her father too little and her lover ! too much and had fled to "three days by a summer aea And to-night Aline held out to the man she dared not love . a little pink, letter that would tell him I how vast the distance between them. She bowed her head and laid the paper of revelation on the symbolic table that lay between her and her forbidden love Then she waited the verdict even as •d to Hat her Shannon compliment he held in "Now go while we ha "You're (he bra veal an ful man 1 ever knew. ’ an awe-struck tone. Larry laughed off hli with the sa • gra !*■*» for Madame Hanger "Thai's what I told her. Fat her, this afternoon Now go. dear lady, while there is time." But the time for going in peace had passed A knock thudded on the heavy wal- rut door. Like a bird that flutters to its nest in the hour of storm. Aline fled to the shelter ahe had thought never to know—to the refuge of her Captain's arms His arms fait about her ai last In tin- light of the perfect knowlenge that even if they were worlds apart his llt- t'e lady loved him. Holbrook stood ready to challenge the world Itself for hls love. "Oh, God bless them," he cried. ' l<et them knock again!" Holding him close In her arms cling ing to him while there was indeed yet time before the machinery of Justice tore him from her. Aline raised her greai Marry eyes to the man she ha/1 confessed her love for "They’ve come to arrest you," she whispered. But their hearts sang in unison and quickening blood took up the melody. "Come what may we love each other. Hanger, disgrace, death- these can not separate us. We love WE U)\'K." The Police Again. For the supreme moment of a lifetime Holbrook held his love in arms that throbbed to enfold her, to hold her fast, to draw her closer and closer and so defy tin* world. And then he knew that he must protect what he loved fro/n the world and from his own wild blood, too. He raised hls head high In the triumph of sane, clean strength. "Well, what is it?” he called. In the seconds between the knock and the answer a world had swung in ils orblf. "Hempster! 1 want to see you. I,ar rjr.” I "All right, sir." In a moment Aline had been escorted. I with all the fine chivalry Holbrook i knew. lt> hie own room—and ihe man tl,e felt ,h. must soon wait a greater j ha,) br "" gh ', from Heaven back verdict -a verdict from "twelve K „, ld | eurtl. uml a pokalble purgalon He ■ walked over and lifted hls spring lately Tne door opened, a men and true" a verdict for or against a woman who had taken human life. Very low and «iiet and controlled had been her voice as she held out her won letter the letter for which Flagg had died and said, "Will you read it?" How He Knew. And now in a deeper, stronger, more controlled voice Holbrook replied; "Why should I read It?" It will tell you why l waa there In Flagg’s house,’’ said the girl in deep ening shame. "Does Father Shannon know?" asked the man "Yes " "Then you need speak no word to torture yourself, my lady, for this In dex told me—s secret marriage The girl lifted her sad eyes to the mystery of a great love Even in her greatest hour of sorrow there was to be a man whose love she could trust. But Holbrook had not yet measured the depths of her shame She gasped for air—for v eath, and from a throat in which the sobs were choking their way she gasped; "Yes—a secret marriage—BUT not a true one—just a pretense—to fool a girl that—that believed him.” "PRETENSE." said Captain Hol brook. And now there came a change in hls smooth voice—a roughness -a bit ter tone. "A mockery' arranged by a scoun drel." said Father Shannon. This priest knew man nature Perhaps he won dered If even a man as great-souled ns Larry Holbrook could ever again look at this girl with the same kindly gentle ness in eyes that had seen the scarlet letters on the book of her life. "Don’t—DON’T HATE ME " The words tore themselves from the girl’s spent heart and forced their way past sob-racked throat and trembling lips Captain Lawrence Holbrook, defender of lost causes, leaned across the barrier table that divided them and spoke to the woman he had chosen for a su preme love. "Hate you—would I hate a bird with a broken wing? Though perhaps I’ve no right to say It now—I tell you be fore Father Shannon—I love you, dear.'* And never a poet of his own Irish Isle had spoken words with a sweeter ring of soft, true music •Til gnd this man--whoever he Is and bring him to your feet," went on the soldier. "I—never want to see him again," sobbed the girl. No Fear. he must lead with cheerful im- nd Chief Dempster, of the I'nited Stales Secret Service, came in But he was not alone. With him was Gordon Graham, District At torney and father of the girl who was hidden In laiwrence Holbrook’s rooms "Good evening. Robert Mr. Graham,'' said Father Shannon, with the kindly the situation needed. "What are you doing here?" demand ed the Chief The question, "Or come ye In peace, or come ye in war*"’ was answered by • hls militant tone j "Don’t answer him. Faiher,' -eald Hol- I brook, with quick decision. "But won't you gentlemen sit down?" Dempster wasted no time in declaring hltnaelf. "You took that plateholder from the. camera in Flaggs room to-night." he declared, belligerently but pleasantly withal. He was ao sure of his ground so certain where hls trail led that he could afford to smile on hls quarry There was a moment's pause. Then the quarry decided w her hla pursuers. "1 did,” he said, pudenee "You admit that?" "Yes. sir" Playing a Part. "Where is It?" I-arry nodded indifferently toward the very door beyond which he had just led Aline. "The plate-holder is In my room." Father Shannon started a hit what ailed the lad, he thought was the strain proving a bit too much? Else why the madness of attracting attention toward the very door behind whose portals Aline was safe so long a a her presence remained ungucssad? "Go get it’ ' commanded the Chief, angrily. Holbrook leaned against his high mantel with supreme Indifference, and gave his moat careful attention to se lecting a cigarette from his case and to lighting it straight and even at the end. "Cigarettes, gentlemen?" he queried, pleasantly "No?” in surprise as the attorney and the Chief refused Impa tiently Taking one epicurean whiff, Larry answered the Irate Chief. To Be Continued Monday. The Speed of the Wind. Up to the present the greatest speed of the wind bus never been measured, for the simple reason that no Instru ment has yet been Invented capuble of doing so And it was primitive man -man. ih# | in 1878 tin ..nomometer on Mount defender of hls mate, who answered her | Washington registered 1M» miles an "I want ONE look at him But we're] Lour, which is the highest velocity on losing time Father Shannon—If they're n or ^* ' n ‘ Nu\ ember u Hobin- j son anemometer was blown away, in I Jamaica, w hen registering 120 miles t>er hour. take Mias Graham j ‘ coming for me home, please ” "It’s so cowardly—so wreak—so des picable to hide while you’re in danger. I hate myself " cried the girl. CHENEY’S EXPECTORANT Cures Whooping Cough, Croup Cold*, rvmnlnt *f the niw. scr* Uiro**, Chnar > F.rp«c»oT*r* ftllghtly lax*’!** Fret mi’s thP whoop lc *hoorin* rough Children like Cbanty's *nd has 'en oi' the market fifty year* T*kt the old. tried atd irie coa*n cur*. *ic al drv* alure* tAdn.; *-r than that At various times at- I tempts ;utve been made to estimate J the velocity Of v ind in a tornado by j ob*rr\:n r its affects. For instance. ,n 1875 a hoard of pine wood was • blown against and tight through a telegraph pole. whilst during th* same storm another plank was driven three inches into the irur.* of a tree It was calculated ih.it such effects could only have been produced by a force little Irr? than t a - of a can non hall—that is to say the wind must have been traveling at the rate of between 6b0 and SOU miles an hour. \ Two little members of the feline family—both soft and fluffy, with velvet paws and a passion for being petted —both baffling and bright eyed—both the mildest of comrades for three hundred and sixty-four days of the year and a scratcher on the three hundred and •Uty-fifth. Seeking a Husband Just Before Christmas By CONSTANCE CLARKE. By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. 1 HAVE met him He’s a doctor and I know he's the right on*, prin cipally because he's ao different from Dick. The first time 1 looked at him 1 really didn t see anything at all out of the ordinary. In fact, lota of the boys 1 know are better looking But suddenly like a bolt from heaven (1 think that's really a very good simile! my feelings changed toward him and 1 realized what a dear he is And now for the way It happened. 1 had always been anxious to see a hospital, and l never seem to he ill myself or have any friends that I can go and visit Some uay l think I'll he a nurse, only l should hate to look so much like everyone else Well, to go on with my story, one day when we were out in the machine we passed the hospital Just as our doctor was going in. Lucky thing. 1 though enviously, and then 1 .called out just in fuu. "Take me?" "Sure thing. ' he responded, "come right along." and before mother knew what was happening 1 was out of the machine and flying up the stairs after the doctor. Such a nice medicine srne'ling place, and so many nurses flying around and one looking Just tho same as another! Suddenly someone came down the stairs three at a time and l looked up ami realized thut this someone was being introduced to me as Dr Ham rrumd I looked at him rather Indif ferently. and wondered if all Internes wore white He looked exactly like the owr.tr of the gotnl ship Nancy Hell, or something like thut, but It was most becoming t•> him However, he didn’t pay much atten tion to me. and 1 pricked up my ears when 1 heard him **«' : "Yes, he’s all readc for you. spent a pretty good night Wi’l you go right up?" Then they both looked at me and I laughed 1 always laugh when l don't know what else to do. "Peggy I’m afraid you’ll have to wait fni m» down here." said the doctor, "something unexpected Has happened, and I’m needed up* a is' Then there was some more conversation between the doctors, and then the doctor turned to me again Rut D- Hammond wtr show vou around By that time I’ll he readv to take you home Dr Hammond did • <*•• seem at all thrilled at the dea He most !n- diffe-en shal' I .«•> orofes* onal" and ■ was on ‘ \ • 'Litre io refuse to g. ’tu' I did want ’•> see the hospital. s«.» we started, and it was such fun 1 peeked into the wards, and. In fact, made myself so very fas cinating that I didn't see how anyone could be cold and distant, even a house physician, who has lots to think about, I suppose. "I've always wanted to be a nurse." 1 declared, rather at a loss for some thing to say. "Oh. have you'"' he said, curtly. "Perhaps you have only heen Im pressed with the picturesque side of It. You know' nurses work hard, and their days are filled with waiting on other people Now you spend hours at a time, probably, with a good book and a box of candy, or perhaps play ing bridge." "That isn’t so," l returned, indig nantly. furious that he though me one of those idle society girls 1 might have remembered the hours I did speno in just that wav "Why. I’m busy mat of the day myself, and l very seldom eat candy.” That's a lie, because I adore It "Indeed!” he rejoined "What do you do?" 1 was dying to tell of all the things ! was Interested in. but I decided that it was none of his business anyway, and l hated his air of polite Interest. H» s?des. we had made quite a thor ough tour of inspection by now. and I was tired of having the nurses make remarks about my velvet tarn and stun ning sport coat. So 1 said coldly: "It can t be of very much interest to you, and 1 real’y mustn’t keep you any longer I can watt for the doctor right here Please don’t wait." "Oh. but I want to wait; you haven't told me anything it >ui w ami 1 want to know very much. You see there are -o few girls of to-day who do anything if they don’t have to.’’ “Oh. hnt 'hat isn’t so. really, vou mustn’t think that way of us all'. Why. there are plenty of worthwhile girls in the wror’d. and and” try voice trailed off. for there sto.nl the doctor waiting to take me home, and I well. 1 wasn't a nit ready to *•> I don’t think Dr Hammond was read\ to have tne go either, for he looked just like a hlg cross boy. A* we walked out of the room the doctor went on ahead and Dr Ham mond looked at me very closeo "To be continued 'n our next. ’ he said, quite aenous!> "When"" "Why. any time 1 answered, try ing not to look sun-mised Ard * . he is coming d v» n Wednesday 1 r"> : en my sport morn r« and had su< n .* -no funny medicine smell It mus: bo r-nt fun io be a nurse in some hospitals. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. CALL AT THE HOUSE. taF!AR MISS FAIRFAX: I am twenty and in love with a girl the same age. and would like to call on her. but she lives writh her sister, and keeps house for her. and is dependent on her sister and brother and brother-in-law for her support; and her sister refuses to let her receive or meet gentlemen friends. What would you advise me to do to meet her without do ing so in secret? L. S. K. 1 AM pleased with your frankness; It indicates an honesty of purpose that should disarm the girl’s rela tives Call and let your intentions be known. Surely If you prove your self a worthy young man the sister will not deny the girl her chance at happiness. MAKE BOY FRIENDS. nEAR MISS FAIRFAX: ^ I am a young man of seven teen, but look older and have older habits I am a decent fellow and don't go around with other lads. I have tried hard to make girl friends. but seemingly luck is against me; I simply can’t. Being the only one in the family, r m lonesome. ANXIOUS. E VERY young man should have friends among young men. If they are nice, clean young men their friendship Is the best Investment he can make. An additional reason is that through them a man may meet very nice girls. YOU MUST REFUSE. nEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am a young man twenty years old, and am in love with a girl of twenty-five. My parents ob ject. but I love her, and ahe want* me to elope with her, and I write to you for advice, as I am anxious to get married. LE ROY. S HE is too old for you. and you ar* too young to marry were she of the right age. It is pretty safe to question the motives of a woman of twenty-five who urges a boy of twenty to elope with her. THE MANICURE LADY “T"; A r>, By WILLIAM F. KIRK HAT must be some book jou reading.” said the Head Barber. "You ain't took L away from your nose for an hour.” “It is a fine story.” said the Mani cure Lady. "All romance and ad venture. Gee, George. I guess I ain't never going to get past the age when romance appeals to me. This story is about a pirate chief that has got a college education but he is a bad egg and has a Island In the South Seas and a great launch and a crew of hard men that he rules by fear. A young girl and her mother are shipwrecked on the island and he falls in love with her. but he sees that she is falling In love with him. too. so he tells her he is a pirate. There is a ship coming in the dis tance. and he Is goirg to send her and her mother away on that ship, back to her friends. He Is saying goodby to her. Listen. George: •“To-morrow that white line of surf will be thundering on the same shore, casting up its spray and mak ing tiny rainbows, but you will not be here. The breeze will sway the palms to-morrow, rustling through the green leaves with a touch as gentle as a baby’s kiss, but you will not hear it. The sun will shine down on my stronghold, searching every dark nook an-d corner and revealing my way of living this brief life, but you will be gone. You will be gone and when you go the sweetness, too, will vanish. All the good that has been creeping to the surface of me since your arrival will be gone when you are gone, and once more X w m be Jack Saunders, bully and buccaneer. Goodby, dream girl, good- by-’ ” •T suppose she felt kind of sad at that.‘ s said the Head Barber. ••Sure she felt sad.” said the Mani cure Lady. "He was very tall and powerful and handsome, and when he talked to her hls voice got soft and tender, but both of them knew their love was hopeless, because she knew that no lady could marry a pirate and get away with It, and he was too much of a gent to expect her to marry him with the kind of a rep he had So he kissed her good-bye. the first and last kiss he ever was to know of hers, and her and her mother took the ship and sailed away. ,v 11 .ends awful sad. and that's the only part of the book I don’t like. If lte"fcouH have changed his profession and.been a aviator or a chauffeur or some thing, they could have went to the little church around the corner, but it was not to be. and I don't suppose neither one of them ever got mar ried. Oh, well, maybe they wait just as well off after all, the way matri mony goes nowadays.” ”1 suppose she done the right thins going away." said the Head Barber. "A pirate wouldn't make no good husband. Every time he went out anywhere she would have to be- shiv ering at home and wondering if h« was going to get pinched before night and be sent up the river to the gray walls.” "That would be how she would fee!, I guess.’’ agreed the Manicure’Lady. “It's bad enough for a woman to set at home expecting her husband to come home with n, snifter or two aboard, but expecting him to come home with a cop on either arm to bid her bood-bve Is a'lot that no ladv ought to share with the man she loves. 1 wouldn't marry no pirate myself. I couldn’t have no church wedding then, and I never could see much class to getting married by one of them justices of the peace.’* Of Course. "I didn’t know Bloggs was mar ried.” "Oh, yes ’’ “Who’s his wife?” "Mrs. Bloggs." Uu and Down. “I’m going to get married soon and ettle down," remarked young Debt- ! leigh. “All v?ry well,” replied his tailor, I "but I'm far more interested in learn, i ing when you're going to settle up!” No Quack. lie entered the village rheraist' c "Say, have you anything that will cure a cold?” he asked. "No, sir; 1 have not, answered 11 pill compiler. “Give me your hand, for I have n.t last found an honest man.” AM buying only sensible pres ents this year,” said the wom an who is the heroine in this little tale, and then she w r ent down into her shopping bag for the money to pay for a little tin man, who, when wound up, worked a 9a" back and forth for fully a quarter of a minute. She bought this for Johnny Sm”l , and when she reached the next eoun- | ter she forgot she had wiped him otf her list and that it was time to buy for Aunt Eliza, and bought a top that will spin three minutes. "That.” she said, “is for Johnny Smith ” She duplicated her gifts all day and reached home mat night with tin ex press wagons for decrepit kin and lounging robes for relatives who never had time to lounge, and manicure sets where she had intended in ante-buy ing wisdom to give carpet sweepers. She had packed and wrapped Christmas boxes all evening, and when she ate supper the meat tasted like the Merry Christmas stickers, and she hated the plate because it was white, and so is tissue paper, and before she broke her bread she me- chanicall\ lied a Christmas ribbon around it. After supper she rose with the baby in her arms and went to her room and put it to bed. Half an hour later her husband walked in. and found bis wife in a heavy sleep on the floor, while t»n the beu lay a big bundle done in white tissue paper, and wrapped in red ribbon, with a bunch of holly *n top. A card attached read: "A snvlR token of my love, with wishes for a Merry Christmas." But where was the baby ' The hus band searched the room for it. and had about decided the neighbors bid borrowed It when the tissue paper bundle stirred With a cry of fright he tore off • red and green ribbons, unwrapped yards of white tissue paper and found the baoy inside' Its lips were fastened together w ih Christmas stickers, and twigs of mis tletoe were sticking from its ears, while more Merry Christmas stickers pa*rod its e>es shut and a Christmas card was laid on *ts hre;-!* Tiie mother didn't intend f r ha m her hal»v don't think tha* for .• nti men:, in a flf of worry and absen’- I minded ness, brought on by the distri bution of thirty-seven presents which must go by mail in the morning, twenty-two that must be sent by ex press not later than day after to-mor row' and forty-four that must be ready by Christmas morn, twenty-one of which must yet be bought, three were unflished. and eleven were yet o be begun, she had wrapped up h^r baby, and pasted it with Merry Christmas stickers, and had fallen asleep while waiting for the express wagon. There is a warning in this little tale; It is to the husbands, that they watch their wives carefully, and be tender and forgiving when they find their breakfast eggs tied in ribbon*', and Merry Christmas stickers and holly served as breakfast food, for it is the season when no w.man with the genuine Christmas spirit is ac countable. SPECIAL HOLIDAY Rough On Samuel- The screams which were issuing from the little house were heartrend ing’. It seemed as if a terrible trag edy must be in progress and an anx ious knot of people gathered in front of the house and wondered why someone had noL sufficient courage to enter and rescue the victim. At last an unconcerned youth came out of the front door, whistling, and one of the spectators buttonholed him. “What’s going on in your house?" he asked. "What’s the meaning of those fearful screams?” “Eh?” said the youth. "Oh”—as a marrow-freezing wail floated down the breeze—“oh. that Sammy! You sa*, while he was playing in the pan try this morning he knocked the jar of black treacle off the shelf on to h : s head, and now mother's combing his hair—that’s all! ” fliSiSM ^ out hern Pacific Sunset Route *9x1 Tickets on sale Dec. 20th. 21st and 22d, I feNJSjr Final Return Limit Jan. 18th, 1914. •8R9KKF Superior Service from NEW ORLEANS Daily. Winter Tourist Rates to Many Texas Points. The Exposition Lineal9l5=-To California and Pacific Coas The Sunset Limlted=No Extra Fare—The Sunset Expres Oil-Burning Locomotives—No Soot, Dust or Cinders. Call on us for information, literature and reservations. O. P. BARTLETT, G. A. R. O. BEAN, T. P. t D. L. GRIFFIN, C. P. A. 121 Peachtree St. Atlanta, Ga. QHICHESTER S PILLS , 1 ,,r l>lAUO>D brami. a ** ke otfcff Ftnr rtf ?«i r V *9 r:-.¥ \ L A *| I.< I(>'S.TFR> l if »:R\M» IMM.ft, for Ja A ^ If veils i 3-f.nu Sttt.fj'ttt. » !.i . r.e! , 4 ^—r SOLO BY TRLOOISTS EVERYtVHFP r